Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Can,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.